This book is about a boy who is not older than six who explores a world that is pure hell. Where maggots and worms rain down from the sky; meanwhile, he hears flies and bugs buzzing their wings as maggots land in his hair. The Bedrooms Halo is made up of multiple realms that change and alter. Where nothing seems real. Silence he hears until his flashlight beams on a loud marry-go-round suddenly filling the whole room with a rusted screech of gears and cogs making up the melody. His mother and fathers images follow him everywhere in this room as the bedroom indirectly accuses him for being a narc (his daddy did something very naughty to him and he told his mom). Its a world of the conscious and the spirit of the heart come to life. Amen?
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